One thanksgiving when I was a teenager my dad was making gravy and he went into the fridge to grab, what he thought was butter. Since my father was a bit neurotic when he cooked (he gets real into it), I decided I would stand around the corner and watch him mess around with the gravy. He likes to get real close the food, and talk to himself a bit, like: "yea, that looks good, but needs more salt"
So I am around the corner watching in get into making this gravy, when he walks to the fringe to get what he thinks is butter. He takes it over to the turkey gravy, and aggressively pulls the top off the container of butter...however, as he did that, the contents in the container shifted dramatically and the whole thing over turned into the gravy....Apparently, someone (my mom) was using an old butter container, to store blueberries. So rather than open this container and find butter, instead 1 pound of blue berries and their juices fell right into my father's masterfully made gravy....As the blueberries started to fall and he realized what was happening, he was already cursing...
"No, fuck! God damn it! Who the fuck!, God damn it"
Without missing a beat he then yelled through the house, "Who put the fucking blueberries in with the butter...who puts blue berries in a butter container, god damn it Ellen get in here..."
My mom of course hears the commotion, comes storming into the kitchen and my dad is furious, he looks like the dude from A Christmas Story, when the wife broke his beloved leg lamp....My dad looks at my mom and says: "Who the hell puts blueberries in a butter container, look at my gravy, its ruined, it has fucking blueberries floating in it, I can't serve this." My mother replies, "I don't know what your talking about, look at what you are doing, I am not your scapegoat here."
Then, out of no where, with me standing around the corner laughing inside, watching this meltdown, my father turns to my mother...he looks at her and says:
"YOU BITCH! YOU FUCKING BLUE BERRY BITCH!!!!"
I couldn't hold back my laughter anymore and I just start hysterically laughing at all of this...my dad looks a bit embarrassed now, and says "What?" and I told him:
"Dad you realized you just called mom a blueberry bitch"
he replies, "I did not, I would never say that."
I told him, "Dad you just called mom a blueberry bitch, in the history of humankind, I don't think anyone has ever used those two words together, I am certain no person on earth, has ever been called a blueberry bitch...."
After a few seconds we were all hysterically laughing....the gravy wasn't half bad either....